"Do you smell worse? Like, did your BO just... (whistles) through the roof? How do you smell?"

"I smell like a crayon."

You spin me right round, baby, right round

Like a car spinning out send me six feet down

Taste of Portland stuck on my tongue

Made an impact lost my grip upon the thrill of the young

That cheap shit never works out

It's a prophecy that's self-sustaining

Each time I step out, flip to B-sides

I always end up fuckin'

Hydroplaning

Hit the breaks and hope I might slow down

Stop your complaining

You can't blow up if you don't crash out

It's a chemical reaction to the sight of certain death

Close your eyes and hold your breath

Hope to god there's something left

Skimming water, tether broken, feet can't find the ground

I miss feeling something solid

Slipping judgement, pull me out

Get back home cause you have to

Though the world's been cut in half

Half awake

Half alive

You can have it all

Oh, you can have it all

Monday then Thursday, it feels great

Sorta like my life is like a goddamn clip show

Don't be afraid, high octane

You don't get what happens when I let go

Stars warp, the sky folds in

Every time I play pretend

Reality comes knocking like the droplets underneath me and I'm

Hydroplaning

Lost at sea, the ship is going down

Resilient, unchanging

I'd buck my reigns if I just knew how

It's a chemical reaction to the sight of certain death

Close your eyes and hold your breath

Hope to god there's something left

Skimming water, tether broken, feet can't find the ground

I miss feeling something solid

Slipping judgment, pull me out

Get back home cause you have to

Though the world's been cut in half

Half awake

Half alive

You can have it all

Oh, you can have it all